February 11, 2015

“Again, I wondered where all the knives were. There were no knives in any of the condo units we explored. There weren’t any scissors. There was nothing. They had all been taken and I wanted to know where they had been taken to. What happened to the people carrying them? What were they doing right now? What were they thinking? What were they planning to use those blades on? You kept knocking and the door shook against your fists. It seemed like a rule of thumb that a person should come prepared with a weapon when preparing to enter any sort of abandoned space. You didn’t stop knocking. You couldn’t stop knocking. You had to know what was inside that room. I watched from behind and when your knuckles were so bloody that you were striking the door with the exposed skin, I slid around you and took a turn at the bashing.”


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